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Hey! Alright so we have to determine our characters.

Orchadork wrote:

@Sagecreek
Yay ^^
I have a loose plot I've been wanting to try, but if you're not into it then we can think up something else

Plot

Based on this song
Muse A is a deformed "monster" living in a circus. They have been there for as long as they can remember, and they hate every bit of it. They're treated terribly and flaunted around constantly, along with everyone else there. They don't try to leave though, because they've always been told that life outside the circus was much worse. Muse B is either a visitor to the circus or
another "monster" brought to join the rest of the cast. They end up getting close to Muse A and telling them what the world is really like, nd try to convince them to try to escape with them.

You can add or change anything you'd like, or we can think up something else.

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omg! You're a genius! That idea is so amazing! I adore it.

I'm actually fine with either. So if you wanted to I'm good with that.

Sounds good to me. I'm good with Muse B

Orchadork wrote:

Alright ^^
Would you like me to make the thread? And if co, where should we start it?

sure you can. I'll make muse B a visitor to the circus. We can start it when they arrive.

Alright good with me.

Alright you can go ahead and explain your character.

A young man walked in looking towards the stage. He had bought his ticket and been let into the tent. He had heard the rumors about this one. He wasn't sure he believed them, but from the amount of people here it had to be true, or at least it was a good illusion. Perhaps it was just a very good show. He wasn't much one to go for the show aspect. He sought the truth in this instance. He knew that if he never went he would always wonder. Well, he was here now. He took his seat and waited for the show to begin. It was time to see the truth

Leif freaked out at the sudden appearance and dropped the book and letting out a gasp. He threw himself as far back in the chair as he could. He then saw it was Alphonse. His face turned slightly pink from embarrassment of his over reacting as he removed his look of fright. He tried to cover it up with annoyance in his tone. "That was not necessary!" He snapped. "Maybe you should learn not to sneak up on people."

Duarte thought he caught a slight movement out of the corner of his eye. Something by the curtain. Perhaps not. He shrugged it off. Duarte watches as the ringmaster came out and gave a brief greeting and description. One word struck him more than the others. Happy. The cast was happy. Duarte frowned then his gaze was attracted to the entrance of the twins. His eyes widened and he resisted the urge to stand up and get a better view. So it was true. This circus was special. But then the word happy came back to him. They may be smiling, but he considered himself a good judge of people. Just their actions and feature could show they were not happy. Then their act was done. He saw the next girl walk on even more bewildering and strange than the last. Duarte leaned forward. How was that even possible? He couldn't take his eyes off of that girl down on the stage. He watched her standing there and could tell her leave of comfort being there was nonexistent. She too was not happy.

Duarte watched her closely as she performed her well practiced dance. He saw her gaze out at the audience on multiple different occasions and found her expression odd. He could quite read it. He continued to watch her closely. The dance had obviously been formed to suit and showcase her abnormalities and the people around him seemed frightened and yet amazed by it. He heard many people chattering behind him. Then the song ended. He could still see the smile plastered on her face as she walked off stage. His gaze followed her closely. She was perplexing. Then he caught her pause and look back at the audience before quickly finishing her exit.

Duarte watched the rest of the acts. Quite honestly he was a bit horrified. He didn't understand circuses. Especially these ones. He didn't see how people found joy in watching them. He only saw rejection and despair. The rest of the audience went crazy after the twins said their goodbye. They saw nothing wrong with this. To them it was just entertainment. The people began to leave the tent talking and laughing loudly reliving the events of the show. Duarte remained seated even though everyone was leaving. "The rumors were true," he pondered looking down at the stage in the now almost empty tent. "But they aren't good."

Duarte had seen her walk out among the seats. He hadn't expected to see one of performs come out to do the work around the tent. She was so intent on her work she didn't notice him just sitting there for a while. He watched silently not wanting to make any sudden noise and scare her. He noticed her fearful and contemplating expression when she did notice him sitting alone among the empty seats around him. He slowly stood up. He saw her tense stance and could tell she wanted to leave. "Hi," said Duarte slowly not really sure how to talk to her. He slowly raised one hand in a gesture that told her not to run that he intentes no harm.

Duarte just shook his head slightly. "I'd rather not return for a second show," he said looking around the tent a bit. He kept his tone level and calm. He didn't fear her like others might. Sure it was a bit odd and a little frightening, but he found her more fascinating than anything else. "The circus isn't really my thing." He returned his gaze to her. He could see her forced smile. He didn't smile back and didn't make any move to leave the tent despite her request for him to.

I'll be Alexander. He doesn't really quite have a home and moves around to whoever lets him in. He's poor, but doesn't want to be wealthy and make a name for himself for he had magic. He can be a bit careless using it at times, but generally keeps a low profile. He has shaggy dark hair that he often lets grow too long. He's 22 years old. He has pale brown eyes and soft features.

Maybe Rosalynn decides to go for a walk in the town or something.

"Of course," said Duarte with a slight tip of his head. "I'm sorry to be a bother." He took note of her body language and her tone. She was more afraid of him than he was of her. Why would that be? He pondered that question. She obviously had a complex to please the ringmaster. He got a notion in his head. Probably a stupid one, but a slight smile appeared on his face. He wasn't sure what actually caused him to speak his next request, but he blurted it out without quite thinking about it too long. "But I actually wanted to speak to your Ringmaster. "

Duarte put a comforting smile on his face. "I think it's best done in person," he said not giving anything away. He saw her frightened look and felt bad for her. She obviously lived in fear of the Ringmaster. Duarte added on to his statement. "Don't worry it's nothing bad. I would be quite grateful if you lead me to him though. I wouldn't want people to think I was slinking around." He knew she was trying to urge him to leave, but since had started this plan in motion he intended to see it through or at least try to his greatest power. The whole plan really came down to and rested on a single answer.

Wanna start?

Alexander walked through the market with an apple in his hand that hung down by his side. He breathed in the scents in the air food cooking and herbs. "Ah..." he breathed. Market day was always nice. Though he typically couldn't afford much, he enjoyed wandering around. Besides if he wanted it wasn't that hard for him to nab something up.